Last 
night 
thin 
rain, 
gusty 
wind. 
Dense 
sleep 
doesn't 
fade 
a wine 
hangover. 
I'm talking 
to her 
who 
rolled up 
the curtains. 
Are you 
blind! 
I 
say. 
By now 
they're 
fat 
green 
and skimpy 
red.
Last 
night 
thin 
rain, 
gusty 
wind. 
Dense 
sleep 
doesn't 
fade 
a wine 
hangover. 
I'm talking 
to her 
who 
rolled up 
the curtains. 
Are you 
blind! 
I 
say. 
By now 
they're 
fat 
green 
and skimpy 
red.
© Li Ching Chao